Recollections of 1970's dental appointments bring to mind thoughts of oral torture chambers infused with odours of stale gas anaesthesia and the flatulence of nervous patients. Visits in which you'd open your mouth for treatment which'd be closely followed by a pain induced "Aaaaarrrrggghhh" - As opposed to the much calmer "Ah" associated with GP … Continue reading Mr Davidson’s Surgery
Tag: fiction
The Saving Mr Banks
It's Tuesday morning and GJ Strachan is suffering from a severe case of writers block. Annoyingly, the ordinarily creative segment of my brain currently bereft of an inspirational epiphany or notion. Even the memories of my Gateshead childhood, which have proved so fertile in the past week, thus far unable to produce a narrative topic … Continue reading The Saving Mr Banks
Rainbow Climbing High
My wife Karen announced earlier it's rainbow trout for dinner tonight. I'm assuming she's referring to the fact we'll be consuming the fish species with colour reflecting scales. Aquatic craniate animal equally at home in salt or fresh water. Not that she's following a trout recipe from a cookbook written by Zippy, Bungle and George! … Continue reading Rainbow Climbing High
A Small Setback
Just over three weeks into my post-cardiac arrest recuperation, today's seen the first day I've experienced a setback. This complication a short term chest discomfort following a brisk twenty minute walk I took to the local Sainsburys store, where I'd arranged to meet up with my wife for coffee. This incident was fairly fleeting, however … Continue reading A Small Setback
Faces in the Clouds
This morning I'm looking out from my recuperative pit at cloud formations in the east Leeds sky. Groupings of altostratus forms, each uniquely shaping, some of which to my mind's eye bear a remarkable resemblance to people and/or objects. For instance, currently through the middle part of the bedroom window there's a cloud shaping of … Continue reading Faces in the Clouds
Forgotten Riches
At the risk of turning this into a less accomplished Alan Bennett biscuit monologue, yesterday I became reacquainted with the joys of Rich Teas. A cookie pleasure I'd not experienced for decades, following the turning of my fickle heart and head by the enchantment of a chocolate Hob Nob. My Rich Tea relationship ending abruptly … Continue reading Forgotten Riches
Passing the Baton
January 2019's watch is almost at an end. In only a few short hours it'll be handing over the monthly baton to February who'll bequeath Northern Hemispherians slightly lighter nights, the Six Nations rugby championships and my uncle Bernard's birthday. January hasn't been the kindest of calendar months to yours truly, with it's 11th day … Continue reading Passing the Baton
